because i'm going to be living/studying in Spain next semester and i want to save as much $$$ as i can. yes, you can call me crazy, but i would rather spend the money on wine/shoes/tapas/cheap hookers or whatever while i'm there.

i didn't get anysleep last night because my dog was crying the entire night. she was throwing up everywhere and couldn't even lay down. towards the end, she started throwing up blood. my baby is dying.

we took her to the vet this morning and she has to stay there all day in a cage by herself until... Read More

yeah, when i was in art school that's where the printmaking department was. i kind of miss it sometimes, more etching than lithography or anything else, though i don't so much miss those inks that you get under your nails and stain - no matter how hard you scrub, that stuff takes days to get out of your skin

I hope that I may hazard a response. Whom your question is directed to, the one may be afraid of what is behind the door.

This door that you speak of, it seems to me as it being like a mysterious, though archetypical object -- representative of something concrete, though I can fathom not all of what it may be. If I may so inquire, I am wondering what the door may represent, to you -- and what may the key represent?

Right, I recall you having mentioned your father's prior service. I'm glad, honestly, that is among the guys who came back from that peninsula.

I know that a person might be not afraid of being rough, in any regard.

I say "OUCH!" because I expect parents to be supportive of their kids, and that sure as fuck isn't a supportive-sounding statement -- "not subsidizing failure." Maybe I can grok the aim of the statement (contrary to "failure" is "success", one could say) but I don't like the sound of it.

In an effort to make some respect to your madre and padre, I'll return to my previous statement, though: Whom your question is directed to, the one may be afraid of what is behind the door. Even the most hardened grunt still harbors some fears about some things --" if the one would be called whatsoever sane."

The question follows: If I may so inquire, what have you been thinking of studying?

That being asked, then I'll wager this, also: I sure as fuck didn't know what I wanted to make a career in, when I started into college -- and I still ain't got a degree, some ten years plus, since then.

I didn't know what I was going to try to make a career in. I knew this much, though: That I should go into post-secondary education (and that I could really enjoy doing so)

(Since then, I've come to think that I should make a career in software programming. I came to that conclusion, not anywhere curricularly close to a school.)

The quality of school I could afford (it becomes evidenced, moreso, as a matter of the student body, and the budget of the place -- any school can have great educators - "quality of school", honestly) -- and my parents were, really, completely unprepared for their son wanting to go to college -- well, community college was about the end it.

As such, "The school of life", or what-the-phuck, it's where I've learned the most of what I know. Trouble is, said school doesn't give you any degrees (or none easily. Now, I'm qualified as such-and-such in the Army, though) no easy "degree", such that employers, etc etc etc may most lazily look for.

On leave, for a week (more at-ease, as such, so it seems) and looking forward to your response,
-- Nadir

ONE: i hate ford escorts. i really do. especially after what happened to me in mine today. UGH. i had just bought one of those stupid yet delicious five dollar frozen coffee drinks from einstein bros bagels. i took two sips; it was fabulous. i put it in the cup holder and proceeded to leave the parking lot. as i turned onto... Read More

i got my lip repierced last night after class. holla. i'm pumped; the rents are not. whatevs. i'm living with them this summer, then i'm peacing out back to STL full-time. but damn, will i miss kansas city. espesh westport. le sigh.

i'm not sure if you'll ever live your life to the fullest until you swim in a fiber optic pool until 3am while watching the house morph into a giant, happy love monster and have a conversation with buddha who's listening to the shins.

I should've also recommended a cool little book to you, "Mushrooms and Mankind," by James Arthur. You'll probably have to go to an on-line bookseller to buy it. Or, the library may have it. The subtitle is, "The Impact of Mushrooms on Human Consciousness and Religion." Like I said, it's a thin paperback. The subject is heavy, but the writing is not. I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it.